Hello again! Sorry for the shortness. We'll make sure to make it longer
next time ok? Anyways, you know the drill. Warnings: Yaoi- 1x2, 3x4, some
harsh words and bad nightmares, but that's about it. Enjoy!
03 stared up at the sky as he inserted the key into the slot on the side of the car door, his mind somewhere else. He slid onto the leather seat and drew his door closed. He nodded at Quatre to get in the front beside him.
Trowa fit the key into the ignition and twisted it on. Immediately loud music, what Duo called "Heavy metal" started blaring from the speakers on high. Quatre's hands flew up to his ears and he shouted at Trowa to shut it off. Trowa didn't hear, but was doing it anyways. He twisted the volume off with a violent twist of his wrist, the little grey knob coming off in his hand.
Quatre listened as the music suddenly shut off, silence creeping into the car. He drummed his fingers on the dashboard and formed a sort of rhythm. Occasionally he glanced at Trowa while the two sat, many thoughts running through his mind. He supposed he felt a little bit better, but the thought of returning to the ring once he came home made him feel uneasy. A clicking sound was heard as Trowa shifted the gear into reverse.
He rotated the wheel and easily slipped the gear down into drive, having done this many many times. Too many to count. Though most of the time it was at speeds highly illegal. Trowa glanced over at the boy beside him before turning his eyes back to the road. "Are you doing okay?" Quatre smiled slightly, "As well as can be expected I suppose."
Trowa nodded and started driving off to the supermarket, controlling the wheel expertly with one hand, running over a list of foods he and Quatre should acquire once they reached the market. He glanced at his angel out of the corner of his eye as he drove, watching as the blond tapped his fingers in what seemed like anxiousness.
Trowa copied Quatre and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel until the blond youth realized what he was doing and looked over at him, "Something wrong Trowa?" He asked curiously. The corner of Trowa's mouth turned up in a half grin, "No, just trying to get your attention."
Quatre tilted his head at Trowa, silently signaling he was wondering why Trowa had wanted to capture his attention; his shoulders tensed as his mind momentarily wandered to the ring, though Trowa refused to tell him where the band currently was. As he drove, Trowa picked up on Quatre's unspoken question, and replied, "You're anxious. Or so you seem. When you tapped your fingers it made you seem nervous." He stole a glance away from the grey pavement beneath the vehicle and allowed his emerald orbs to meet with Quatre's aqua ones for a moment.
The blond looked down at his fingers, "Oh, I didn't realize I was doing it. Habit I guess." Trowa quirked up an eyebrow, "I've never noticed you doing it before." Quatre smiled, "You watched?" The tall pilot shrugged, keeping his eyes on the road; his way of being embarrassed.
Soon Trowa pulled into a space at the supermarket parking lot and switched the gearshift into park, unbuckling his seatbelt and removing the keys from the ignition with a single tug. He pushed the door to his left open and stepped outside of the car, rising to his full height of 6'1". He turned around as he took a step away from the car and closed the heavy door, making sure Quatre had already stepped outside and closed his own door before inserting the key into the thin slit of metal and turning it to the right, thus locking the car. He pocketed the keys before shoving his hands in his pockets, shifting from the backs of his heels to the tips of his toes as he looked around for a cart.
Trowa grabbed the cart nearest to him and pushed it over to where Quatre was waiting. They walked side by side, Quatre resuming the chatting they had left off at the park the day before. This time Trowa slipped in a few words here and there, making the Arabian all the more giddy. He smiled, happy to see the boy in good spirits, at least for the moment.
They zoomed in and out of various aisles, picking up random items here and there if the other deemed them useful enough to actually purchase. At one point, Quatre came across a card shoved inexpertly amongst a box of cake- batter and extracted it from the mess of boxes, and smiled when he read the poem inside. In short, the worded work of art was about finally finding your one true love. Making sure Trowa's back was turned, he slipped the card in the cart between the box of cereal and Kleenex (it was approaching allergy season, after all.) Quatre made sure Trowa didn't see the card, but in the process of doing so, he made himself seem a bit edgy.
Trowa threw in various foodstuffs that he knew Duo wouldn't eat, and some that he knew he would, intending on hiding them later. By the time they had gotten everything the cart was just about over flowing. After standing in line for a good ten minutes they started unloading everything onto the conveyer belt. Trowa pulled out his wallet and handed the lady with way too much make up on that looked like she hadn't eaten proper food in over a year, the golden credit card held within. The total came to over $200 and the emerald-eyed youth silently thanked Heero for his hacking skills. Not that they needed it with Quatre around, but none of them wanted to mooch off of the small boy.
As they made their way back to the Jeep, Trowa looked at Quatre uneasily, recognizing that look. It meant he was up to something. "Quatre?" Quatre just smiled wider, and more innocently if that was possible, "Yes?" That just made him more nervous, "What are you doing?" The blond looked at him, startled. "Nothing. What do you mean?" Trowa raised an eyebrow but said nothing more. Quatre looked out at the night sky and the almost deserted parking lot, then back to the older boy, who was searching his pockets for the keys. "Trowa?" Trowa turned his head, "Hm?" And was met by Quatre's lips. His eyes widened for a second, then he smiled and kissed him back. Quatre smiled and pulled away, looking at him. "What was that for?" The Arabian shrugged, still grinning, "Just 'cause I can."
"Oh, there's one last thing," Quatre said, the smile still present on his angelic face, "You know how I was writing something just now?" Trowa nodded, curiosity flashing in his eyes. The blond blushed slightly and handed Trowa the card. 03's eyes softened when he read the poem, and the short but sweet note from Quatre. Trowa closed the card and stared at the Arabian for a moment before cracking a small smile, but for Quatre, it was enough to cause his smile to grow even more.
03 stared up at the sky as he inserted the key into the slot on the side of the car door, his mind somewhere else. He slid onto the leather seat and drew his door closed. He nodded at Quatre to get in the front beside him.
Trowa fit the key into the ignition and twisted it on. Immediately loud music, what Duo called "Heavy metal" started blaring from the speakers on high. Quatre's hands flew up to his ears and he shouted at Trowa to shut it off. Trowa didn't hear, but was doing it anyways. He twisted the volume off with a violent twist of his wrist, the little grey knob coming off in his hand.
Quatre listened as the music suddenly shut off, silence creeping into the car. He drummed his fingers on the dashboard and formed a sort of rhythm. Occasionally he glanced at Trowa while the two sat, many thoughts running through his mind. He supposed he felt a little bit better, but the thought of returning to the ring once he came home made him feel uneasy. A clicking sound was heard as Trowa shifted the gear into reverse.
He rotated the wheel and easily slipped the gear down into drive, having done this many many times. Too many to count. Though most of the time it was at speeds highly illegal. Trowa glanced over at the boy beside him before turning his eyes back to the road. "Are you doing okay?" Quatre smiled slightly, "As well as can be expected I suppose."
Trowa nodded and started driving off to the supermarket, controlling the wheel expertly with one hand, running over a list of foods he and Quatre should acquire once they reached the market. He glanced at his angel out of the corner of his eye as he drove, watching as the blond tapped his fingers in what seemed like anxiousness.
Trowa copied Quatre and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel until the blond youth realized what he was doing and looked over at him, "Something wrong Trowa?" He asked curiously. The corner of Trowa's mouth turned up in a half grin, "No, just trying to get your attention."
Quatre tilted his head at Trowa, silently signaling he was wondering why Trowa had wanted to capture his attention; his shoulders tensed as his mind momentarily wandered to the ring, though Trowa refused to tell him where the band currently was. As he drove, Trowa picked up on Quatre's unspoken question, and replied, "You're anxious. Or so you seem. When you tapped your fingers it made you seem nervous." He stole a glance away from the grey pavement beneath the vehicle and allowed his emerald orbs to meet with Quatre's aqua ones for a moment.
The blond looked down at his fingers, "Oh, I didn't realize I was doing it. Habit I guess." Trowa quirked up an eyebrow, "I've never noticed you doing it before." Quatre smiled, "You watched?" The tall pilot shrugged, keeping his eyes on the road; his way of being embarrassed.
Soon Trowa pulled into a space at the supermarket parking lot and switched the gearshift into park, unbuckling his seatbelt and removing the keys from the ignition with a single tug. He pushed the door to his left open and stepped outside of the car, rising to his full height of 6'1". He turned around as he took a step away from the car and closed the heavy door, making sure Quatre had already stepped outside and closed his own door before inserting the key into the thin slit of metal and turning it to the right, thus locking the car. He pocketed the keys before shoving his hands in his pockets, shifting from the backs of his heels to the tips of his toes as he looked around for a cart.
Trowa grabbed the cart nearest to him and pushed it over to where Quatre was waiting. They walked side by side, Quatre resuming the chatting they had left off at the park the day before. This time Trowa slipped in a few words here and there, making the Arabian all the more giddy. He smiled, happy to see the boy in good spirits, at least for the moment.
They zoomed in and out of various aisles, picking up random items here and there if the other deemed them useful enough to actually purchase. At one point, Quatre came across a card shoved inexpertly amongst a box of cake- batter and extracted it from the mess of boxes, and smiled when he read the poem inside. In short, the worded work of art was about finally finding your one true love. Making sure Trowa's back was turned, he slipped the card in the cart between the box of cereal and Kleenex (it was approaching allergy season, after all.) Quatre made sure Trowa didn't see the card, but in the process of doing so, he made himself seem a bit edgy.
Trowa threw in various foodstuffs that he knew Duo wouldn't eat, and some that he knew he would, intending on hiding them later. By the time they had gotten everything the cart was just about over flowing. After standing in line for a good ten minutes they started unloading everything onto the conveyer belt. Trowa pulled out his wallet and handed the lady with way too much make up on that looked like she hadn't eaten proper food in over a year, the golden credit card held within. The total came to over $200 and the emerald-eyed youth silently thanked Heero for his hacking skills. Not that they needed it with Quatre around, but none of them wanted to mooch off of the small boy.
As they made their way back to the Jeep, Trowa looked at Quatre uneasily, recognizing that look. It meant he was up to something. "Quatre?" Quatre just smiled wider, and more innocently if that was possible, "Yes?" That just made him more nervous, "What are you doing?" The blond looked at him, startled. "Nothing. What do you mean?" Trowa raised an eyebrow but said nothing more. Quatre looked out at the night sky and the almost deserted parking lot, then back to the older boy, who was searching his pockets for the keys. "Trowa?" Trowa turned his head, "Hm?" And was met by Quatre's lips. His eyes widened for a second, then he smiled and kissed him back. Quatre smiled and pulled away, looking at him. "What was that for?" The Arabian shrugged, still grinning, "Just 'cause I can."
"Oh, there's one last thing," Quatre said, the smile still present on his angelic face, "You know how I was writing something just now?" Trowa nodded, curiosity flashing in his eyes. The blond blushed slightly and handed Trowa the card. 03's eyes softened when he read the poem, and the short but sweet note from Quatre. Trowa closed the card and stared at the Arabian for a moment before cracking a small smile, but for Quatre, it was enough to cause his smile to grow even more.